Don’t Forget to Stop & Smell the Freakin’ Roses!

My last blog post was 4 months ago…My son was seven months old. I know…the first rule of blogging is to never stop blogging. Blah blah blah. But do you know how hectic life freaking gets with a 9 year old and an 11 month old? Yea, if you’re a mom, you probably do…but whatever.

These last few months have been a nightmare. Go, go, go. Seriously, 8 weekends in a row, we had shit planned that we had to do. Weddings, birthday parties, trips, dance recitals, and like 18 baby showers. I can’t wait to get old…then the only things we have to attend are funerals.

Our last weekend before the madness started, we wanted to make it count. So what did we do? We went to Earl May. Yep, that’s right, I know you’re jealous. Earl May, the freaking gardening store. We bought some stuff and made a little garden in the front of our house. (I call it a garden, but really it’s three flower pots and a little bit of mulch. But I can’t keep much more than that alive…I’m caring for a baby after all.)

The other day, one of our flower pots shriveled up and died. Like the brown and crunchy flowers kind of dead. In all our madness, I didn’t even think about taking the time to water these beautiful flowers that I was so proud of just eight weeks ago.

With as lame as it felt when we spent our last “free” weekend gardening, I got to thinking… That’s the last time I actually stopped and smelled the freaking roses. Granted, they aren’t really roses. They’re purple and white flowers that I don’t know the name of. My husband has taken the initiative to revive these poor flowers. He’s been watering them everyday, with me bitching at him that he’s wasting his time. And then today, I saw this beautiful purple flower come back to life. And it really made me think.

Oliver took his first couple steps a few weeks ago…we took the video, put it on Facebook, cried a little, and that was it. It was over. I would never get that moment back. Between work, laundry, making dinner, and changing dirty diapers, it seems like there’s never enough time in the day.

My kids are getting older every day. And one day, I’m going to be as shriveled up as those lifeless flowers, but no one is going to be able to give me water and make me beautiful again. These 11 months with my boy have flown by, and though I cherished every day, I realized I haven’t taken the time lately to stop and take it all in. To enjoy it.

As I’ve mentioned, we’ve been to a shit ton of baby showers lately. There are going to be all kinds of babies coming into our lives soon, and many of them will be new to this parenting thing. I’m not “mom of the year” by any means. But if you take one piece of advice from me, let it be this: Life goes too fast, and before you know it, all those moments you’ve been looking forward to will be gone…so don’t forget to stop, and smell the freaking roses every once in a while. You’ll be glad you did.


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